I was on the train. I still had a chance to step off into the streets of West Berlin. I could have defected but I chose to stay. - The train moved slowly and then slowly, slowly and quietly it moved toward The Wall. The sun was rising, I looked out the window and then I saw it. The Wall was right in front of me and I was about to be swallowed by it, possibly never to reemerge again. The train slowed down even more, as if to offer me a view of terrible power that will crash me if I step out of line.  ARK ME

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'De Dollarutionibus' - a book by Marek J and Nicolas C.

New Book, De Dollarutionibus - On how Money doesn't really exist and yet it rotates on its axis daily and travels to the designated bank account" by Marek J and Nicolas Copernicus.

In Cracow on April 3rd, 2002 I'm enjoying Pizza and Beer in the Medieval Cellars on Florian Street… MA ASS BIZ JERK TREK

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Please Help Me find my book.

140000 zlotys reward. 246 page Flight Manual lost in Saski Park. Probably North-west entrance, fourth bench on the left coming from Swierczewski Street. Light-green hardcover. Book's spine lights up with orange glow when human is sensed within 4 feet. Be gentle. It may bite when approached hastily. Don't throw or the book may spit at you...KATZ AM BRISK JERES

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But I thought there are twenty-six symbols: a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k, l, m, n, o, p, q, r, s, t, u, v, w, x, y, z. Did you forget the twenty-sixth symbol? What is the meaning? What is the code? What arrangement of symbols that give life and take life away?

I woke up and I was asleep. I went outside to look at the arrangement of stars in the sky.

POETRY. Six letters. Move the letters around. How many possible combinations...OTEPRY, EPTOYR, REPTYO, YOETPR, POETRY, TEPYRO, YPTEOR, OPYRET, YREPOT...720 Nonsensical arrangement of letters. More labyrinths. More riddles. KATZ SAM JIBES KERR

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soapbox scam revealed

Ladies and Gentelment. 'Marek J' is an impostor. This person doesn't exists. Rather, it's a carefully selected group of Internet Marketers from Giant Soap, Shampoo and Toothpaste Corporation who's sole purpose of running this website was to find out if it would be possible to fake a genuine voice so we could conduct our Market Research on the Internet. A MARKETS BIZ JERKS

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Hey you motherfuckers, give me some more of those contaminating fumes of your world.

What a horriblle, sweet, dear, disgusting life it is. Let me bathe with pleasure in the stench of unspoken, unheard, would be possibilities squashed by my own noise of not wanting to interrupt the predictable future life of pissing 3 times a day, shitting at least once and orange juice for breakfast with a healthy dose of fiber. Has it come to this? Is my modern life crowned with cheap toilet paper dressed in valuable coupons snached bravely from the jaws of sunday morning paper?

And now the night. It's one o'clock in the morning and I am alone looking out the window into the nothingness of it all. The chattery would-you-like-fries-with-that cliches and perpetually murder provoking we'll-be-right-back-after-these-messages voices of crime against sanity disapper. There is a presence here. The quietness of the heart's presence like the tears of condensation on the window's pain cry for redemption of the morning sun.

And the poet's hand intoxicated with the fumes of the world is crafting possibilities. KAMIKAZE BSTJ ERRS

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Do things from The Past stare into your soul? Do they? -- Because things from my past stare into my soul and my Soul longs for the beauty and goodness and justice long forgotten and replaced with my monthly paycheck- the 'hush money' I receive from my employer to keep my mouth shut and my Soul numb.

And my Soul just sobs quietly - a sob not too disturbing because if it was, my well trained Capitalistic Reason woud just fucking assasinate my Soul efficiently, just like they teach you at the Harvard Business School -- this is what they say there 'Fuck your soul. It doesn't look good on quarterly earnings statements' and it's reasonably enough argument to remove your Soul from anything you do during your day.

Aha, but at night the Soul wants to come out and play. Fuck, how do you deal with this bro? I mean, your Soul wants to cry and be touched and moved and inspired and it wants to be told stories of Love and Genrosity. Fuck that, all that shit has nothing to do with earnings, does it? MAKER